Instead of staring at this wall and shit,
While I sit writers block sick of all this shit,
Can't call it shit, all I know is I'm about to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits,

completely different but look the same [fn]"skalet identiskt" = identical shell; meaning that you look the same way outwards[/fn]
could die for my wife, but that's not the truth right now
I'll hit the wall and just fall to pieces
before I understand what happened and what bridges I've burned